Even Kings Kneel Lyrics
Mic’s the key to my dreams
Got dope to feed to these fiends, I’m out here for immediate cream
Shady Records, motherfucker, y’all ain’t beatin’ the team (Shady)
It’s soldiers in the streets, they all weak in the knees (Speak to the streets)
Creepin’ on P, guess again
I don’t play, motherfucker, I got a F in gym
Yes, it’s him, hotter than Texas wind
Leave you face down, floatin’ with your next of kin
Texas, send slugs to pick off on your flesh
So many holes, Tiger Woods’ll play golf on your chest
Yes, cautious of death, take monstrous steps
Lookin’ for wankstas and any imposters left
Stop claimin’ you’re hard
Your boss gon’ report to a king, your king gotta meet their God
And your arms too short to box with ’em
We all kneel, no matter who you are
You’re not breakin’ the squad
Your boss gon’ report to a king, your king gotta meet their God
And you’re not qualified to stop us
You’re not winnin’, no matter who you are
I’m holdin’ a pillowcase full of hockey pucks
I’ma shatter your face and I’ma watch it crush
Call the doctors up
One punch’ll make you feel like you got hit with a Tonka truck (Bitch)
You are not to fuck with this colossal bunch
You frontin’, pullin’ a Pentecostal stunt (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I’m Godzilla, about to stomp niggas
The SWAT gon’ come get us
My size is too big, I’m unstoppable
Make room, niggas are actors, factory workers (Uh-huh)
Walk in your break room and break you, you take two (Baow)
Make moves, family over all so we can’t lose (Uh-uh)
Take shoes, fill ’em up with cement, then we take you for a lake cruise (Yeah)
Bottom of the lake with a great view (Look)
Guns hot like it was fresh out the oven of baked food
Shake fools on the regular, lettin’ them apes loose
Won’t confess to nothin’, even with crackers and grape juice
Hit the streets like death ain’t comin’
Pack guns that’ll blow your chest and stomach in
Posted on your block like I sell rocks
With two Glocks, hop up, poppin’ out of your mailbox
Hell’s hot, we’ll clap you up
Glock to get your captain snuffed
Since you rappin’ tough, in your face like gas is stuck (Yeah)
We smash and crush your whole hood like plastic cups
D12 is forever, nigga, that’s what’s up